Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.